Meaning is Lost and Nothing is True - A Lockdown Poem
Updated: Oct 28, 2021
Dying and palely, I walk here alone
Down dim streets under the dying stars
Whose eternal eyes chill me to the bone,
Filling me with rage like murderous Mars.
But little will this anxious anger do,
Trapped forever in this cyclical torture
Where meaning is lost and nothing is true;
All but pain and death in this Grand Order.
- N.L.B. 10/02/2021